#viruslearnt

[sadistpet]

@viruslearnt:

❛  haven’t you heard the news?  ❜ from ocelot

" go fuck yourself, adamska. "

anger spikes from every syllable, yet his voice is undoubtedly missing something. missing his youthfulness, his sadistic pleasure pulled from every act of bullying, his confidence. for once, he is involuntarily backed into a corner, resorting to baring his teeth in a meagre display of intimidation and pretending he isn't trembling quite as much as he is. every breath comes in scalding puffs through his nose, face contorted into a sneer and his shoulders trembling with every ragged inhale, exhale, making the makarov in his hand jitter unsteadily. he's far from what he was. the once precious pet now feral, still unable to find his footing in the real world. but he knows one thing.

raikov wants ocelot dead at his feet. he wants to pull out his eyes and his nails and his teeth and tear out his organs one by one and rip him limb from limb and strip the skin from his flesh and flesh from muscle and muscle from bones and break them apart to dig out the marrow inside and crush his skull beneath his heel and he wants him to feel every fucking second of it and-- and-- and-- he wants to tear him apart the same way ocelot tore him apart twenty years ago. ocelot and his fucking beloved snake.

" what, that you joined up with the american pig ? yes, i've heard, you traitorous bastard. how precious. i'm sure you two are very happy together. " sardonic as he is, without much glee now, his words ricochet back on his own heart and bury themselves deep. glass in an ever-open wound. he tilts his head up and steadies the hand pointing his gun at the other. scrambling to retain his composure despite the burn of tears prickling in his eyes. " i had hoped you both died horribly. it's the least you deserve for what you did to yevgeny. " and at the mention of his lost love, his other hand tightens its grip on the photograph clenched in his palm.

[futurespacess]

Starter | Muse: Venom Snake

It was just an ordinary type of day on Mother Base, and all had been going pretty smoothly. There were a few bumps in the road, a couple of pieces of equipment getting stolen by pesky child soldiers, but nothing that couldn’t be easily handled. None of that mattered, right now. Snake was on a mission, and he had to understand just why his Commander hadn’t even looked at him once during the debriefing with Ocelot, and others. 

It couldn’t have been because of his choice of wear for the day, right? In nothing but a few straps of leather here and there to cover what would’ve been a little too obscene... The excuse was easy enough to figure out, alright?! He didn’t need to explain it to anyone.... or so he thought as he strolled right into the man’s office, after the usual work hours were over with, announcing himself with the smallest knock on the open door as he passed through.

  “Kaz... we need to talk.”

| @viruslearnt​ |

[afraidofchange]

"Hey Helena ... this guy online called me a twunk what does that mean? is he insulting me??" old man leon needs help

"... A 'twunk' huh?" Helena's brow raises and the corner of her mouth curls into a smirk before her hand raises to hide it, stifling a laugh in the same breath. "No, no that's not an insult. The opposite, actually. It's uh... well, a hunk is a beefy muscular hot guy, and a twink is a skinny, youthful kinda guy. So.... twunk is like, a cross between them, y'know?"

[alphateamcaptain]

@viruslearnt | continued

SHE WAS NOT HIM NOR WILL SHE EVER WILL BE , he was gone and this was all he had left to make it through . Of flesh and of blood that was not his own but may as well be . Even if she looks like everything of her father , a shadow of him he still remembered of similar behavior . Now , he was nothing but that , just a shadow to drag behind .

He stands at this desk , holding a mess of loose papers up to the ILLUMINATED SCREENS of the monitors to read them . Looking for something of HIGH VALUE in them but he shuffles them too quickly to decide what exactly to keep , so he holds all of it . This was the last of his work , HIS VOICE and even the smallest glint of THE GIFT was hidden in here it would be considered a win .

Shades block his eyes but he notices her , swallowing down her initial comment knowing he should not FOLLOW her down that road just yet . Time had been good to him yet was a cruel reminder he was losing it through his fingers .

❝ Our questions now are HOW and WHY and they are big questions , but will the answer be bigger ? ❞ His free hand extends out to her , his head turned her direction .

❝ Why are you way over there ? Stand close to me , it is alright . In fact , you can be a mighty big help to me , what do you say ? ❞

[rescuefield-a]

@viruslearnt ft. sherry, asked : i just gotta catch my breath.

she stops in her track as soon as arms pull back, head turning to see sherry still holding on tight to her hand while the other is balled up in a fist. claire knows that feeling all too well - experienced so many times before that her heart can't help but break for the younger girl. seeing her like this makes claire even angrier than she already was throughout the night - two people being so careless with their child's well being is a foreign concept for her, always had her mom and dad and then chris to make sure she'd be alright. how foolish of her to think this is a feeling every parent or guardian harbours.

"oh, of course... take your time." she says softly, though admittedly time is something they don't have when every single abomination from hell keeps following them around. arm wraps around sherry to pull her close into a hug, hand gently rubbing circles on her back in hope to soothe her. "you're doing great honey, just another little push through and i promise we'll get out of here." one last pat before pulling away - knowing that she shouldn't make promises of which success is unsure, but also that if they're together they have more chances to actually make it out alive. "come on, let's see if we can find a safe room to rest, yeah? i think i have a few snacks left."

[rescuefield]

you have a colorful way of expressing yourself. - from alex 💀

whenever the stupid watch doesn't drop some random kafka quotes, it doesn't waste any time commenting on what claire does or says - whatever, it might be part of the experiment but it's still annoying. "are you breathing on other people's necks as much as you do mine?" she's not actually interested in the answer, but knows very well that the overseer is bound to slip up eventually and spill more details on what is happening on the island.

"you should know all about it though, right?" gaze darts over the cameras in the corners of the hallway, quick footwork to enter the nearest room that offers a dark corner. "people in stressful situations might curse a lot." claire certainly does ... whether the context of that can be traced to back to stress could be argued about. the faint orange of the watch doesn't provide much light in the darkness, free hand searching for the torchlight only to realise it must have stayed in moira's pocket earlier. "either way once i find you, you're fucked."

[rescuefield-arch1]

when moira moves to the other room to shine a light on whatever caugh her attention with natalia following suit, claire is glad the mask can drop for just one fucking second - exhausted from walking around without ever stopping and bruised everywhere from all the times she's hit against stuff in order to run past the afflicted following them. the girls voices can still be heard from where she's standing, forehead resting against a grate and for a moment she's never been so glad to feel cold.

PICK A GOD AND PRAY. echoes from her wristband in a tone so mocking that claire can't help but let a bitter laugh out - there are no gods or saints left to pray, they have long abandoned her. only thing she can pray for now is a quick, painless death, her loved ones in her mind one last time perhaps feeling her love for them despite being in the middle of fucking nowhere, baltic sea. "why don't you go fuck yourself instead?" claire answers back, not even sure the bitch is actually listening to her anymore at this point.

"must be fun to sit back and get off from other people's suffering, mhm?" it's merely a provocation, claire knowing perfectly that the overseer only interacts with them when she feels like things are stalling, that the entertaining part of this sick experiment is not meeting her expectations. well, fuck that - claire won't engage any further. "so listen close, because i won't repeat myself: i'm coming for you, and i will make you pay." a pause, her mind immediately going to the friends she's lost and the two younger girls chatting in the other room. "start praying."

@viruslearnt ft. alex wesker

[savefieldmoved]

⸻ @viruslearnt ( annika ) sent. don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

how he managed to not sarcastically throw back the woman's words, chase has no idea, the 10 year old didn't need anyone telling him how dangerous it was out there. though he didn't see the initial chaos, the absolute amount of terrified emotions he felt was more than enough to overwhelm any other person.

but he wasn't exactly any other person either, chase knows that he's different from the others.

"i already told ya, they don't bother me like they do the grown-ups." shouldering the large backpack over his shoulder, he turns and stares up at the older woman, putting his hands on his hips like some of the grown ups do when they try to lecture him. "and i can fit through places better than ya, so i can get there and back faster than a grown up."

[sadistpet]

📏 + Ocelot is 1.81m : )

send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

(raikov voice) leave me the hell alone

[silverghcst]

you’ll never leave me ,  right ? - from sherry

Prompt

Upon the ratty couch, within their apartment, the soft glow of the tv illuminates their faces. Leon huddles close to Sherry as a nameless movie drones on in the background. A casual sprawl, an arm splayed across the back of the couch. The perfect illusion of normalcy, a needed reprieve from the horrors endured, from what still lurks beyond these comforting walls. And even still, his mind wanders, unable to be fully tethered, as if a part of him will always remain within the debris of Raccoon City. 

Caged in sewer water and laboratories. Rotting corpses snapping their teeth, viruses born from greed, from an inherent curiosity that will always plague humanity. 

And Sherry was surely bound by those same chains, experiencing far worse. Her stain greater, left behind by her own parents’ crimes, a loss cutting so deep. That city took so much, spitting them out incomplete, and yet here they were, together. Two people bound by circumstance and compassion. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel safe again. To give her that sense of normalcy again. 

And at her voice, Leon is brought back here, to her, to what currently matters. 

To what will always matter. 

“Of course, I’m always here for you, Sherry. I’m not going anywhere.” 

That she even has to ask, the fear palpable, as if Leon would abandon her at a moment’s notice. It almost has him frowning, a crease within his brow. But instead, there’s a quirk of his lips, a tired smile given. Warm, the promise that she could always lean on him, that there would always be a home with him.  

A promise he intended to keep, even if there was his own doubts, that he wouldn’t be able to protect her forever. 

“For as long as you want me, I will remain by your side.” 

[futurespacess]

Starter | Muse: The Boss

Her sights were set, and she had her target right where she wanted them. Though, even she wouldn’t have predicted the audacity of the attitude she would be dealing with. This was on her to decide if she actually wanted them as her next apprentice or not. There would need to be some more tests to figure it out, and she would try it by just simply walking past them. If there was any lip, she would deal with it immediately.

@viruslearnt

[alphateamcaptain]

@viruslearnt | continued

❝ It is simply because the majority do not know what is best for them . To be uprooted from their lives they think are so important . ❞

What they did not know was the garden Alex and himself planned to plant for this world . The WEEDS of humanity will , with unavoidable suffering , be disposed of in the only true and PURE way . The human body and mind can not HIDE from science , too transparent in the functions of even the unique genetic makeup .

He knows she is trying , restless in the waking world of finding the right flesh to save them . Even if , it was a deliberate walk into her LION'S DEN .

❝ We should just be aware that we will not be seen as saviors until only the ones born into the next stages are left , are you prepared for that ? ❞

[rescuefield-a]

I know we haven't interacted much yet but I will say I love your Claire, love writing with you and love how you write her. The way you write her inner dialogue is so much fun to read and truly feels like Claire you know? Anyway, love what you're doing!

omg 😭😭 i'm just gonna say that i love what we've written so far, our interactions are finally giving me the chance to write claire's feelings in relation to having sherry in her life and how it parallels to her past and like, it's so precious to me okay, i look forward to writing so many of the moments capcom robbed us of and also i love reading your hcs !!

[survivorofstars]

what do you make of this ? - from wesker

“What do I make of this?”

Jill repeated the question quite bluntly, a sarcastic scoff leaving her lips as she rose her arms in defeat.

“I can’t fucking believe what I’m looking at right now. You should be DEAD, Wesker! I saw you drown in that volcano, and now you’re standing here asking me what I make of this?”

At first, she thought she was dreaming, hallucinating even. It’s been some time since she hallucinated him, anyways. But he looked real… real as can be.

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

[hubrisdescent]

@viruslearnt

Eli and Mantis when they see each other again :

[inagent-arc]

⸻ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃.

⸻ 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀

a supernova is a large explosion that takes place at the end of a star's life cycle. it's big, bright and beautiful, although quite sad. if you got this result, i wanna tell you that even if trauma still haunts you- even if you have scars, either on your skin or on your soul, you're still wonderful. you still shine, you're the most incredible work of art in the entire universe. give yourself more credit for all the stuff you've gone through, okay? i'm gonna speak for everyone and thank you for letting us be part of your life.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @prosopagn0sis 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. @viruslearnt ( sunny! ), @sp1ed , @gviral , @tougherthanilook , @hauntedreality ( claire! ), @godstrain